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Authors' Notes: Don't get too worried, we promise you it all ends right... in the... well... end heh.

Face found Murdock still on the dance floor an hour later, as the cleaning staff swept the room. He was disco-dancing to the music in his head. Upon seeing Face, he cheerfully grabbed the man's hands. "Facey it takes two to tango! This is perfect music!" He began a waltz instead.

Face, confused, shrugged and continued,"Have you seen Hannibal?" he asked.

"I don't know." Murdock admitted, "I think he went downstairs to check on B.A. and the pirates."

An hour later she lay naked on his bed and not at all satisfied. Not that Devon wasn't a fantastic lover, but he wasn't… well, he wasn't Face. He was slow, not that Face had never taken it slow before, but tonight she hadn't wanted slow. She wanted hard and fast, she had wanted to be fucked. What she and Devon had done was made love. Her body had gone with the lie, he made her cry out his name, her nails had marked his back… but it just wasn't the same. She felt feather light kisses across her shoulder suddenly and turned facing Devon, "Hey." She smiled at him, but it was a false smile… it didn't reach her eyes.

"Hey back. You're amazing, did I tell you that?"

She laughed, "Several times I think."

He leaned in and kissed her slow and deep, "Mm, so how about I order us some food and maybe some good wine?"

She nodded, "Sounds good."

"I'm going to go see Hannibal." Face disengaged himself from the dancing Murdock, who pouted, and went back to the kitchens.

"Murdock!" the head chef clapped a hand on his shoulder, "One of ze guests has ordered late-night meal. You will deliver, yes?"

"Oui, monsieur." Murdock took the tray and the bottle of wine, and headed up to the cabin on the note-card. He knocked on the door.

She rolled back over onto her side and cursed herself. She had never gone this far before to hurt him, she had flirted in front of him before, danced along the line but this was the first time she had crossed it. But he had pissed her off with what he had said about Devon, sometimes Face just didn't know when to quit… which was okay sometimes, but not always.

She sat up and tucked the sheet around her as Devon moved to answer the door. Her eyes widened the second she saw Murdock, "Shit me." She muttered as the blood drained from her face.

Murdock's eyes widened, but when he saw the pained expression on her face, he smiled brightly at Devon and handed him the tray. "Your order, monsieur! 'Ave un bonne nuit!" He closed the door behind himself and walked back down the stairs, wondering vaguely if he should tell Face or not.

He decided that NOT...would be the best idea.

She quickly recovered as Devon turned around and smiled, "Cheery fellow isn't he." The man commented as he walked to the bed and settled next to her, "I ordered light."

She smiled and picked up one of the small sandwiches taking a bite. It tasted like ash in her mouth, the wine however she could taste just fine and she tasted quite a bit of it. By the time they had finished their late night snack, she was partly drunk and pinning him back to the bed, "Let me show you how I really like it." She told him as she straddled his hips and began to move atop him.

By the time she was finished and so was he, they both were covered in sweat and his back was bleeding. She watched a hazed look pass over the Englishman's eyes and wondered if that was how she looked when Face was done with her.

Murdock was very quiet indeed when he arrived. Face was eating some pancakes he'd made, not really feeling like sleeping.

"Something bothering you, Murdock?" He asked, as the pilot twisted his waiter's apron in his hands.

She had exhausted him; he looked broken as she sat there and watched him sleep. She felt low, she knew what she had done was wrong… but she had done it anyways. She wondered if Murdock would go running to Face, she wondered if the man would come barreling into the room knocking the door down. Or would he just not give a damn and stew and give her the cold shoulder silent treatment. She laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling as the man next to her shifted in his sleep.

"No, nothin'." The pilot lied through his teeth, doing his best to retain his normal, cheerful, sunshine-and-daisies insanity. It was hard when Face was so close, his best friend in the world, and Sosa upstairs with that other guy. "L-listen, I gotta go." he bustled away.

Face arched an eyebrow, shrugged, and peeled a banana before cutting it up and adding it to his plate of pancakes.

She didn't sleep at all, she tried but all she ended up doing was laying there with her eyes closed. She watched daylight creep into the room, exposing the forgotten clothing littering the floor. She had ripped his shirt from his body; buttons dotted the carpet here and there like little black eyes. She turned and saw that Devon probably wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon, so she quietly slipped out of the bed, grabbed her under items and wrapped her robe tight around her. She didn't glance back as she left the room and headed back to her own. When she got there, she called for room service and told them to charge the damages to the credit card on file and then she took a long, hot as possible shower.

Murdock had a plate of pancakes that he'd brought up to Sosa's old room, hoping to find her. "Er...room service." He knocked on the door, before letting himself in. He peered around the room; she wasn't there. He could hear noise in the bathroom, though, so he sat down on the bed and waited.

When she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, she blinked to find Murdock sitting there on her bed and folded her arms, "Hey." She said simply and settled into a chair across from him wondering why he was there.

"We need to talk." He said quietly, offering her a pancake from the plate. They had miniature chocolate chips in them. And banana,"About you. An' Face. An' this whole thing."

She had to admit she was a bit taken back… she pursed her lips a little, then took the plate and felt her stomach go nuts at the smell and began to eat, "Okay…" She said looking up at him as she dapped some syrup from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

"Listen. I know that Facey has some problems about sex, but I didn't figure you had the same thing." Murdock said quietly, nibbling on a pancake himself, "I know he usually does it for missions. Sometimes he chases skirts outside, and we just kind of...look the other way. But you're here, and he's here, and well...I thought he was with you. He does wanna be with you. If you don't wanna be with him, well, that's none of my business but, you gotta tell him, otherwise it's gonna come out in a way nobody wants to hear."

"Did he put you up to this?" She shook her head and sat the plate aside, "No… never mind, he wouldn't do that." She felt very small all of the sudden and became very quiet and then sighed, "I don't know what I want Murdock." She stated very honestly, "And I'm sorry you saw what you did earlier… this is between Face and I and I don't want anyone, you especially to get caught in the middle of our issues." She smiled at him, but it was a sad expression, "I take it you haven't told him."

"No, ma'am, I have not." Murdock said, standing up, completely serious, "I'm waiting for you to tell him. And if you don't do it soon, he will hear it from me and I don't want that to happen."

The last time she had felt like this was the night she walked out on Face, she remembered that night like it was yesterday. It wasn't her fondest memory, even though she told him that. It had been ugly, he had said he loved her and she had just sat there stared at him then proceeded to get up, get dressed and just walked out. She knew he was getting serious, but until that moment she hadn't realized just how much. Her eyes snapped towards Murdock, his words slamming her back into reality, "I'll try…" She muttered, her eyes downcast. She hadn't counted on being seen like that when she made the decision to go to Devon, she figured she'd get her frustrations out with the poor clueless sap and no one would be the wiser but her. So much for that now.

"All right. Now, I gotta get going before I'm missed in the kitchen." Murdock said quietly, "Enjoy your pancakes." He left the way he came, feeling a bit lighter, but still not happy.

Face, meanwhile, was stacking towels and getting ready to play lifeguard again at the pool. Hannibal was enjoying a walk with the captain, and B.A. was laughing at the bad guys trying to escape from the new position he'd tied them in.

She knew in the end where Murdock's loyalty lied, she knew he'd man up for Face no matter what. She sighed and felt like crying as she watched the funny man leave. She blinked her eyes rapidly and then proceeded to get dressed.

Meanwhile, Devon was walking up very much alone and not too happy about it either. He got dressed and headed up top to wait for her, knowing she'd show her face sooner or later.

She finished the pancakes and felt like an early morning walk around the ship. It was quiet, only a few people, mostly staff, were around as she wandered the upper decks, her eyes watching for any signs of Face. She wasn't ready to deal with him just yet.

"Alice!"

She heard a voice behind her, but kept going until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She moved fast, and in the next second Devon was flying across the deck.

Dun, dun, dunnnn... next chapter coming soon! *grabs Drowsy and runs to hide* Just we remember, we promise it turns out alright!